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ohitslen · 1 year

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Promises

He should know better.

Wolfwood has seen Vash make promises, or hear about the ones he has made in the past. He has also seen the end of each one and how every single time the outcome is less than what was promised.

Vash likes to say embellished words, with a soft and determined voice that lures you into his hopes and dreams, it almost feels like a spell, as if he was calling for you to come closer and believe him. But Wolfwood knows better.

He believes in him, but Vash is much closer to being an idealistic dreamer than a realistic person like he is. He might not be aware of it, but his beautiful promises of a better future give people hope, a hope that is usually embraced with things like disappointment and abandonment.

He doesn’t think that Vash does it with the intent of looking for any of those things. Far from it, he might even do the impossible in order to accomplish said promises, but life is too short and humans are too mortal for his wishes, so in the end, most of Vash’s promises end up being empty or they come to haunt him as a reminder of his failed vows. He admires the man, for his perseverance and idealism, but he also hates the man, for his stubbornness and lies.

Wolfwood knows all of this perfectly to a tee. And yet, he has also found himself being drawn to his world. Because he also dreams of it.

A world in where his always present calls for love and peace exist, a world that is far more kind than what he might deserve, a world in where the kids can be happy and roam around without any worry in their heads, a world in where he can peacefully turn grey with age and his hands can shed the harsh callouses of his life. Who knows, maybe a world in where he and Vash can finally know the peace that was taken away from them, in where they can share the calmness that comes with the passage of time, indulging in every tick of the clock welcoming with open arms whatever comes their way without any fear.

It is a beautiful promise. But Wolfwood is a person that has to keep his feet on the ground, indulging in “what ifs” would only make things harder than what they had to be. He can’t have any ifs if he can’t make it through the now. And by the way he is carrying his present, he is doubtful he will even get to see a shed of that promised world that Vash tries to drag him into. So why mourn something he doesn’t even have, or will ever have for that matter.

He hates the way Vash seems to promise things so easily. His tongue silky and pliant, slipping divine words one after the other, promises way too big for what that barren world can actually fit.

But when Vash talks to him in that holy voice of his, when he hears him say “It’s okay, everything will be alright, I promise” so gently right on his ear, while he holds his face so tenderly making him focus on him and nothing else, he wants to believe him.

He has seen the end of his promises. He knows how impossible they are. But for once, he wants to believe it too. Believe in that loving world that will cradle them both until they fall asleep, listening to the soft sound of the wind laughing while the moons smile upon them.

So he allows himself to indulge in the warmth of his palms, leaning into the comfort of his existence, feeling the soft air of Vash’s breaths against his skin while their foreheads meet in a touch that feels like a hot brand that will melt him.

For an instant, he allows himself to be selfish and believe that maybe, that is how living in that world Vash so desperately fights for would be. Soft and warm, making him feel safe in the hollow of Vash’s hands where the world seems to fit so well. A world where the blue sky is a blanket that covers the love and care that is nestled in it like the one in Vash’s eyes. He wants to see that world.

For now, he will selfishly think that the world that fits in Vash’s hands is right there in where he is holding him, where his blue eyes are drowning in the light of the sunset dripping with love and care while looking at him, that the gentle touch of Vash’s thumb wiping his tears is the same as the kiss of that laughing wind in that distant future, where the smile of his eyes overcomes the smile of the moons.

He should know better. But he loves the thought of that world. And he hopes that Vash will get to see that world, because that gentle sight is more fitting for someone like him than the one of his violent world.

He promises to himself that he will do what it takes for that day to be possible. Even if the end of that promise will be empty for Nicholas, he knows it will be a full one for Vash. So it really isn’t that empty for him after all.

He hates his lies, and he hates how true they sound, but Vash’s embellished words are far sweeter than his bitter thoughts so they feel better on his insides, almost like a balm that cares for the wounds of his throbbing, painful reality.

He should know better.

But aren’t humans weak at the promise of love?

#yeah….mm…mhm yeah #my thoughts were going crazy with this one. because WW crying is something that has me week on the knees #WEAK FFS #also the thought of him becoming bare and emotional at the hands of Vash makes me want to jump around until I pass out #think of it. he is afraid of him in a way. but he trusts him so deeply too it’s such a contrasting and little contradictory thing #more like. denial after denial but yk what I mean. because that’s the whole post #also as a fun fact. while on the making of this thing the line of “it’s okay. everything will be alright. I promise #it’s meant to be said by Vash to WW #but also I did it considering that a)Vash is saying it to himself as well and b)it’s something WW wants to say to Vash as well #they are both incredibly pained men and they know it but don’t adress it. so verbally saying such words to each other issssUUUEHWHAGAH #ah yes. the intimacy of being emotionally vulnerable with the person who you would trust your life to but never openly say shit to eachother #isn’t that such an amazing flavor? I won’t lie to you it’s one of my favorites #trigun #vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun stampede #trigun fanart #wolfwood #nicholas trigun #nicholas the punisher #lenssi writes #lenssi draws #trigun 2023 #trigun 98 #because I did a mishmash on WW design bc this is meant to be TriStamp time skip in my mind #his eyes were originally their canon steel blue/grayish tone. but while doing the lighting the brown looked gorgeous #i couldn’t help myself so I left it that way. because there is something so beautiful abt his eyes shining like that in #the afternoon light while he becomes undone under the sunset ya feel me?#OHFUCKIALMOSTFORGOT another little detail. Vash’s right hand doesn’t have a glove and it’s on purpose btw you’re welcome

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cvntyworld · 2 months

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Heyy, idk how this works but would you be willing to write for the ghoul but write it as platonic, maybe the reader is some kid and steals from him or something like that, kind of like a funny dynamic where he wants to kill reader for real but can't till he figures out where his shit is first.

klepto ( the ghoul / cooper howard )

summary: you had a rule to being a thief, do not ever get caught and you were doing well until you decided to be a little more bold and steal from a ghoul, snatching away a ring he was carrying in his pocket and lets just say that he wanted it back, too bad you'd already sold it.

part two , no refunds

contents: usual fallout shenanigans, platonic relationship, violence, reader gets the shit scared out of them, cooper breaking into their house, stealing, mild language, reader is held at gun point, cooper threatens to chop the readers hands off for stealing, threat, reader knocks coopers hat off and insults him, ect...

Stealing was easy if you knew how to do it right. You had come from a family of thieves, your daddy was one but a terrible one at that, got his hands chopped off when he'd stolen an extra bag of rations, the greedy bastard. That's what got him killed, bleeding out and crying and he even tried blaming you for it but everyone knew who he was, a crook through and through and his karma caught up with him rather quickly.

That's when you decided to be better than him, better at stealing, better at lying, better at all the things he told you that you'd never be able to do. You had never ever gotten caught and you intended to keep it that way. You kept to a routine, only steal when it's busy, more people meant it would be harder to find the culprits, steal small things on somebody's person, useless but worth a few caps, that's the difference between you and your daddy, he was just a greedy and selfish bastard and it was his own fault that it ended badly for him. You were careful, unsuspecting, too young to be taken seriously, nobody batted and eyelid at you, kids didn't matter all that much, you didn't matter at all, this was survival to you.

You should've known better than to steal from a ghoul of all people, but he was bent over having a coughing fit in the middle of the market so you took your chance, you'd brushed past him in seconds and swiped a ring from his coat pocket, some plane gold band that looked boring in your opinion but it was worth a lot of caps, the old pawn shop was actually surprised at your find and you were in this somewhat good mood the rest of the day, a bit of a spring in your step and a little grin whenever you looked at the little pouch of caps you had earned.

Of course, being happy never lasted long in your world, it was rare and it was ruined the moment you opened your front door to the little house you'd been living in for a few weeks since you'd taken a liking to it. Nobody bothered in this part of town, you were left alone mostly, and you had loved that about this place, although, being left alone had some negatives to it, like being left to deal with the ghoul who ambushed you as soon as you stepped foot through the front door. He had been standing behind it and you'd barely gotten through when he slammed the door as this means to shut it but also harm you, the force ended with you crying out and being knocked on your ass, winded, a feeling of utter shock as you tried to breathe.

"Thieving little shit!" The angry southern drawl had barely registered to your ears, heavy footfalls approaching your figure and hauling you up from the floor, at the sight of a rather angry looking ghoul, your own eyes widened and a feeling of fight or flight kicked in. Your boot covered feet began to kick at his knees as he yanked you towards your small makeshift kitchen but he didn't budge, only a scoff of a laugh escaping him at your attempts to free yourself from his grip. His singed hands had a hold of your coat, a strangling grip on the collar as he flung you back to your kitchen floor and pointed his gun at you. Panic creeps up on you as he lowers himself to be at your level and with a frightened cry you kick his radiated face and knock away the hat on his head, "Get away from me!" You cry and he stands to his feet once more, barely acknowledging how you cowered at the sight of his movements. He picks his hat up with a sigh and places it back on his head, looking back towards you with a blank stare.

"You know..." He trailed off, pulling a blade from the bag he was carrying and inspecting it, blowing air out of his throat and beginning to clean it with the edge of his long coat, looking satisfied at the new shine. "Back in my time, way before you were even a bean sprout in your Mama's belly, thieves would be punished a little differently unlike what they do to em' now." He pointed the blade towards you, finding humour in the way you flinched, "Yeah, back in my time they'd have your hands for this, just chop em' right off of ya." You watched as he peered upwards, as if in thought and then he turned back to you, "Now, usually I'm a shoot first ask questions later type of man but if I'd blown your brains out as soon as you walked in then that would just be a waste of a bullet on my behalf."

You eye him warily, wondering if you should run or not, a feeling of dread washing over you as he decided to sit on one of your chairs and gesture for you to sit on the other one with a calm demeanor. You stayed sitting on the floor with doubt, "How do I know you won't shoot me?" Ghoul, as you'd been referring to him, sighs, "Didn't you listen to a word I said, sweetie?" His expression draws to one that holds mocking disappointment, "Kids, these days, you'd think a few nukes dropping would wisen them up." You're quick to glare at him, "They dropped like a hundred years ago, can't all be as wise as some old, no nosed asshole!" You hear him chuckle lowly as you sit in the seat and it's that split second you're caught off guard, his hand grips a fistful of your hair and forces your head to smack against the table harshly, you hear your nose crack and blood has quickly begun rushing from your nostrils. "That's no way to treat a guest, now, is it?" He mocked, "And, it was 219 years ago those nukes dropped, not a hundred."

Something sharp dug into your wrist and through tearful eyes you glance up to see the blade pressing down with a force that drew blood. "Now, let's get back on track, shall we, reckon you wanna know what a fella like me is doing in your house." You remain quiet and he continues, "Now, earlier today I had a pretty little ring in my pocket, and, it has come to my attention that I no longer do, would you like to explain that?" You remain quiet for a moment and it causes him to press the blade further into your wrist, a cry leaves you and you shake your head as best as you're able to, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mister, I ain't seen no ring!" He sighs and you know he's aware of your lie, "If you ain't aware of it then how come a lovely little birdie told me all about your klepto tendencies?" A small cry leaves you and he stares mockingly, "Hope you didn't forget that little story I told you, you won't be able to steal shit without your hands." You stay quiet and if he had eyebrows they would've raised, "You ain't gonna say nothing, alright, guess you'll have to get used to having two stumps instead of ten fingers."

At the pressure of the blade deepening, you confess, "It's gone, alright! I sold it, I don't have it anymore!" The Ghoul is quick to retract his blade, shoving your hand away like he was disgusted at the sight of it.

"And who, pray tell, did you sell it to?" He questions, like it bored him now that his reign of terror had to stop for that singular moment. "The pawn shop, down by rustic road, I swear!" You cry out and he rolls his eyes when he sees the flood of tears, "Dry your eyes then get up, we're gonna be paying a visit to the rustic road pawn shop." His hand was ripping you from the seat, his grip tight on your arm but a little less painful than before, "How bout' you be my guide and introduce me to your little friends, see if they'll show an ol' ghoul some kindness and give him his ring back?" A smug grin stretched across his fleshy face and he turned towards you when you mumbled something, "Speak up, I didn't catch that." You sigh at him, "They don't do refunds down there." He paused and then shrugged at you, "Well, maybe they'll change that rule when I pay em' a visit, and if that don't work out, there's always option two."

Curiously you glance up at him, "What's option two?" You ask unsurely as he walks slowly down the road with you, a scoff of laughter leaving him at your question.

"Option two would be shooting them in the fucking head, sweetheart, and then taking back what's mine." He lets a rattly cough of laughter follow his words, "You may be an excellent little pick pocket but you ain't that brightest, are you?" When your features turned furious, he looked as if it humoured him.

"It's alright, you'll learn, I'll make sure of that."

#fallout tv series #fallout tv show #fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #platonic relationship #i did my best with this because i didn't wanna make him too nice if yk what i mean #it's a little crazy but so is he #cooper howard x platonic reader #the ghoul x platonic reader

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mexreny · 6 months

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fellas is it gay to trap your love interest (a millennia old demon) in a prison cell for three (3) days and come back each day to check in on how your little boyfriend is “paying his penance” for his sins whilst you’ve been possessed by a cunty evil force?

#qsmp #qsmp forever #qsmp badboyhalo #chat is this what friends do?#guys I love straight people #this definitely isn’t like #romantic or something #Bads going crazy already by the way he’s going to rip forever apart when he’s out of the cell #yk id rather they just kiss but if this is how they flirt then so be it

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number1abbasupporter · 10 months

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James and Remus bonding bc they’re both dating one of the black brothers

Barty and Lily bonding bc they’re both dating one of the rosier twins

#i want more unhinged siblings #bc like evan and pandora alone would b like amazing #but together yk theyd b crazy bc that’s what siblings make u fr #marauders era #marauders #lily evans #james potter #remus lupin #barty crouch junior #jegulus #wolfstar #pandalily #rosekiller #the black brothers #the rosier twins

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k-atsukibakugou · 24 days

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which of your f/o’s is fucking you until the bed breaks when your boyfriend suggests opening the relationship?

#this is in a toxic way btw #yk all those things that are like i asked my gf for an open relationship and now she’s got mad game 😭#like that #u tell them ong my boyfriend wants to fuck other girls ikd what to do #THIS IS WHAT UR DOIN BABE LMAO #respect to poly people #if my bf comes to me and says they wanna open the relationship it’s a discussion we can have #in this fictional universe where there’s no ramifications for being crazy? i’m gonna be crazy #「mercury speaks」

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quehecke · 12 days

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im spreading my gay blue lock propaganda now bc its pride month 🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈

the images were just BEGGING to be edited into hand holding

bonus arm linking for the ones who had hands on their hips

#these are like the only blue lock pairings i ship help im so boring #maybe kainess but like... idk if kaiser would like ness back #WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ALSO 100% KUNIGIRI MY BELOVED #anyways #bllk #blue lock #pride month #GAY PEOPLE #ryusae #bachisagi #reonagi #nagireo #idk what otoya and karasus ship name is do they even have one #otoya and karasu should kiss but in like a no homo bro way yk (but also in a fully romantic bro way)#tag yap going crazy rn #i need sleep its 1am #goodnight gays and non gays

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missingbk-dkhours · 7 months

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Am I... cute? The cutest in the whole world.

#this is actually my masterpiece what #have never drawn something this pretty #yk what's crazy-- i first actually intended for the color scheme to be purple's and blues for toga and pinks for uraraka like the sj video!#i changed in the end but you can still see a lot more of the blue in toga than uraraka #togachako #uratoga #ochako uraraka #toga himiko #togachako fanart #bnha fanart #mha fanart #missingbkdkhours #missingbk-dkhours #bnha 394 #mha 394 #my art

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saym0-0 · 2 months

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i love mechs x tma aus and i love jmart but i dont love jonny x martin,,, the dynamic is just so slightly off,, like,,,,,, i cant articulate it its just wrong 2 me,,,,,,,, okay actually the tags r vital to this one read those

#like jonny and jon r so different #aus where its jonny pretending to be jon are fun #but it just feels dishonest when he nd martin get together yk #because 'jon' is an act. its not his real personality #also i dont think jonny would let himself (or at least admit to himself) fall in love with a mortal #a fun but fucked up way to take it though would be to #yk have jonny be entirely dishonest abt it #'sure this jon character can have a boyfriend!' then immediately drops him at the first convinience #angst potential through the ROOF #but him actually like. liking him and also letting himself like him feels wrong yk #IDK im crazy im insane idk what im talking about #the mechanisms #the mechs #tma #saymbles #jonny d'ville #the magnus archives #mechs x tma au

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waterbendingwaves · 3 months

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what is a yuki dump without a pierre cameo

#yukierre #yukierre is flourishing #f1 #formula one #pierre gasly #yuki tsunoda #they most def are the craziest duo on the grid sorry maxiel #and crazy in terms of yk what #my otp tbh #yuki photo dump

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xavigab · 3 months

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What if Oliver’s lies are true but like his mom knows how to act sober well enough so Felix thinks Oliver is a liar and makes him leave after the party. Oliver decides that it isn’t worth it, he tried so hard for Felix, but in the end, it still and will never be enough. So Oliver goes back to Oxford and starts befriending people who are more like him, and they actually listen to what he says and invite him everywhere (He’s the best dressed there now because of his time with Felix). Maybe he figures out that if Felix didn’t have such a savior complex his past wouldn’t be hurting him still. So Oliver kinda like blocks him in everything? Also tried to change any classes they would have together. He didn’t need to see his mother after he moved out so in his mind Felix was the one who brought him back to such an unsafe place.

(He looks so good in this gif (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡)

Anyways, I just want Oliver to be happy and know that life doesn’t end because a boy doesn’t like you. Either way, he’s been through worse so a broken heart shouldn’t feel as bad, right? :(

Oh and like Felix could be having a crisis because he misses Oliver and figured out that if he just let him explain he would have realized that Oliver was saying the truth (lmao)

#cattonquick #also i love crazy characters but i also like making them kinda normal once in a while haha #Oliver is over it #he just wants to be loved #even if he doesn’t really know what that feels like #he got attached to Felix from the beginning because as the golden boy it would mean that he'd be a great friend right?#WRONG #he has a savior complex ( ; ;)#which makes him not mind his own business #anyways they have a happy ending somehow #or farleigh actually kinda likes this Oliver cuz he's like yk not trying to fit in with people who couldn't care less about him #anyways yeah #BAII #oh I forgot one #saltburn #haha

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almostshere · 2 months

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» TRAVIE MCCOY + THE ACADEMY IS... performing CRAZY.

#sry i know i already posted some gifs of them performin a cover of crazy at a different show #but...yk #why not :3 #william beckett #travie mccoy #shawn.gif #the academy is #gym class heroes #yk what #treckett

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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Hey, you remember all those vague asks about someone angrily writing a Sans x Barnaby fanfic?

Yeah, well, I did it.

I'm working on the rest of the fic, gonna have at least 10 chapters with a bunch of lore sprinkled in between, but here, have this snippet for now:

All was peaceful in Home, as it always was. That's what Barnaby loved most about it. Everyone was friendly, playful, always willing to listen to his jokes (even if some of them were bad, and he got a tomato or two thrown at him in response.) He especially enjoyed spending time with Wally and Howdy, always willing to teach Wally a new joke or two, before using those new jokes in Howdy's Bugdega.

This particular afternoon, however, Barnaby was lazily lounging under a shady tree. Howdy was busy with some new stock in the shop, and Wally was playing a new complex game with an excitable Julie and a reluctant Frank. As for the others, Eddie was busy delivering mail, and Poppy was helping Sally with a new playscript. So, here Barnaby was, alone and letting out a loud yawn while coming up with some new comedy acts.

“Hm… maybe an airplane joke? Nah, nah, I've already made plenty of those. Something about bones? That could work, but how would I include the topic into an act…?” He mumbled to himself, putting a paw up to his chin in thought.

Then he felt the ground under him… shift.

Sink.

Slowly sinking deeper beneath him.

“What the..?” Barnaby looked down, confused as to why the grass seemed to be growing higher around him.

The sinking began to grow faster now, panicking the big beagle.

“W-Woah, woah, what's going on?!” Barnaby tried to scramble off the ground, but before he could, the grassy ground fell under him all at once. He yelped as he fell beneath the tree's roots, falling down a tight twisted tunnel. Barnaby reached his arms out, in the hopes of latching onto a stray root to climb his way out, but to no avail. He let out a grunt as his head harshly hit a rock on the way down, and his vision went black.

Barnaby didn’t know how long he was out for. However, he did know that, instead of waking up at the bottom of a dirt tunnel like he expected, he woke up in… a snowy forest?

“Ugh…” Barnaby groaned, wincing as he slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. With another wounded groan, he looked around in his new environment. The sky seemed to be replaced with a rocky roof, indicating that he was still underground, but… that doesn't explain the evergreen trees or the snow that seemingly fell from nowhere.

“… the hell..?” He mumbled, confused and unsure what to do.

“Hey, buddy.”

Barnaby stiffened at the sudden voice, turning around slowly. There stood a… a skeleton?

“I think you dropped this.” The skeleton spoke in a lazy voice, wearing a blue hooded jacket and a seemingly-permanent toothy smile on his face. In his left hand, he held Barnaby's hat, tilting it out to the beagle. Barnaby must have dropped it when he fell down here.

“Uh… thanks.” Barnaby hesitantly took the hat from the strange skeleton, trying to offer a friendly smile in response, before putting his hat back on.

“No problem,” the skeleton replied simply, putting his hands back in his pockets. “The name's Sans. Sans the Skeleton. What's yours?”

“… Barnaby. Barnaby B Beagle.”

“Nice to meet ya, Beagle. So, what were you doing on the ground? Didn’t look like you were making snow-dogs or anything.”

#alternatively i was going to insert the meme 'you did it. you crazy son of a bitch you did it'#but this gif perfectly encapsulates my reading experience #at first i was like 'oh god. oh no'#but you know what? ill read it.#what is fanfic for if not crack pairings and random fun b.s yk yk #You Better Make Me Laugh. This Is A Threat #im jesting im jesting <3 #i have a feeling itll be funny...#i feel like im 12 again reading my first crack fics and that is a Compliment!#Listen listen. listen. if you complete the fic ill scribble up a lil 'cover' for it #deal? deal.#fuck me ill have to learn how to draw sans #well i need skeleton practice anyway. even if the bones are cartoony anyway #rambles from the bog #ten chapter fic ooo boy #well wait. whats the chapter sizes? are they short?#is it like... ten 1k (or less) chapters #or is it Sizeable like ten solid 3k chapters #questions that you Do Not have to answer! im just curious! i will be reading this either way!

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